Where are the miracles these days?
Are my prayers shorter, do they lack passion?
I'm tired, is it sifting through to our exchanges?
Tired of goodbyes, grandchildren too far away
Robbed of their father at his own hands, and hers
Of prodigals and saints with grudges
Tired of an enemy who has been given an inch
And always takes a mile because he's allowed to.
Eyes that are older find it hard to see
Real life hitting head-on with what i'd hoped for
Sixty years gone and i'm still waitin'
Thinkin' maybe if I had another 60 years
And could do things different...
But I don't.
I have here and now, that is what You promised
And to be with me always.
You love me, You love them
That has to be more than enough.
And You have gifted me with the best hearts
To share the good, bad and ugly
For all the miracles of yesterday
I thank You sincerely and still look for Your fingerprints.